"Is Uncle Fengxiang sick?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes, he fainted at home in the afternoon and rushed to the hospital. It's an urgent illness," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Yes," Wang Yao replied.
Two days ago, he had seen the middle-aged man on the hill. He was strong and had a smile on his face. He looked quite healthy. Of course, he only saw him from afar and did not see him up close.
"I'll go and see him when he comes back."
That day on Nanshan Hill, the middle-aged man had helped put out the fire. Wang Yao remembered this kindness.
"Okay."
After dinner, Wang Yao went back to Nanshan Hill.
In the county hospital in Lianshan County.
He Xiuhua, who had just come from home, sat in the corridor and cried alone.
"You have to be mentally prepared. The patient's condition is quite serious."
The doctor did not say to what extent he could recover. It was completely dependent on personal exercise.
Her husband had cerebral thrombosis. Without the slightest sign, he fell to the ground.
In today's society, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases covered more and more people. Some young people in their twenties would get this disease. It was almost impossible in the past. However, this disease was not easy to treat and the onset was urgent. Most people nowadays did not have the awareness of "going to the hospital early if you are not feeling well." Therefore, they did not pay attention to the symptoms on normal days. Once the disease occurred, it was often an emergency.
A man in his forties was in the prime of his life. He was the pillar of the family. If he fell, the family would collapse.
"What should I do?"
She could not cry in front of her husband. She did not dare to tell him the truth. She was afraid that he would have other ideas.
At this time, few relatives came forward to help. As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed.
At night, the corridor was quiet.
A woman sobbed softly.
However, a family member who accompanied her in the same ward came to persuade her to take it easy.
In the hospital, time passed very slowly. It was unbearable.
The next morning, the weather was a little gloomy and the air was a little stuffy.
It could not be felt on the hill.
In the herbal field, a vine, which was as thick as a pen lead, was coiled up along the trunk of a chestnut tree.
It was the licorice root.
"Good growth," Wang Yao said with a smile.
At about ten o 'clock in the morning, a car came to the mountain village and stopped at the south end of the village. Three people got out of the car. Two of them were middle-aged men and one was an old man. They were wearing sunglasses and holding crutches. They needed someone to help them walk.
"Master, it's in front."
The man leading the way was He Qisheng.
The mountain path was a little rugged. After going around a mountain, Nanshan Hill stood in front of them.
Mmm!
The old man stood in place and raised his head to look at the mountain.
The vegetation on the mountain was not luxuriant, but there was a large patch halfway up the mountain. Those were the trees that Wang Yao had planted to set up the formation. Now, they had all grown up. Under the dual effects of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and the ancient spring water, they were thriving.
"This mountain has a spirit!" The old man's voice was hoarse like an old bellows.
He Qisheng said, "Master, should I go up and say something?"
"No, let's go up directly," the old man said directly.
He Qisheng's brows furrowed slightly.
The three of them slowly went up the mountain. There were barking sounds coming from the mountain.
Someone is here?
Wang Yao walked out of the cottage.
After a while, the three of them appeared outside the herbal field. The first one was He Qisheng. Behind him was a middle-aged man who was supporting an old man.
"Dr. Wang."
"Brother He?" Wang Yao looked at the two people behind him.
He Qisheng came a little suddenly. If he had come before, he would have called him in advance.
"This is my teacher." He pointed at the old man behind him.
"Illusion formation?" The old man looked at the saplings in front of him. They had grown to the size of a baby's wrist.
"Hmm?" Wang Yao was a little surprised.
The old man was actually an expert. Why did He Qisheng bring him here?
"Young man, who is your teacher?" the old man asked.
His breathing was uneven, his voice was not steady, and his life was like a candle in the wind. This was an old man who did not have long to live.
In short, Wang Yao had already come to a conclusion.
"I learned from a god in heaven," Wang Yao said with a smile.
Haha. The old man laughed twice and then walked forward two steps. He looked at the surrounding trees closely.
This comfortable feeling is not bad. It's a spirit gathering array!
In fact, what was spirit? It was something that could not be accurately described, but it could be understood as something that could not be seen or touched. It was something that made people feel comfortable and was beneficial to the human body.
"Young man, can I go in and have a look?"
"Sorry," Wang Yao refused directly.
The old man looked like an expert. If he also knew about herbs, the licorice roots in the herbal field would be troublesome. The value of these things was immeasurable for people who needed them.
After listening to Wang Yao's words, the atmosphere became very awkward.
"Young man, I'm just going to take a look. Don't be so nervous."
"Then let's take a look outside?" Wang Yao pointed at the mountain.
The old man did not say anything. He then turned around and walked around the mountain with difficulty.
"Teacher, do you want me to talk to him again?" He Qisheng asked.
"No need." The old man's tone was a little cold.
The wind on the mountain was cool, but the dark clouds in the sky were pierced by the sun. It was still a little hot, but the old man insisted on walking to the end.
"If it's like this outside, it must be even stronger inside the array," the old man thought.
This small mountain was like a paradise in novels. Living here for a long time would definitely have a positive effect on one's health. It could even prolong one's life.
"This array, it must be …" No one knew what the old man was thinking.
However, He Qisheng could guess a thing or two. He realized that he should not have brought the old man here. His original idea was to bring his teacher here to have a look. With his ability, he might be able to copy it. However, he did not know that the knowledge of this array was abnormally mysterious. It was not something that could be learned just by looking. Instead, it aroused the old man's desire deep in his heart.
The old man left, but He Qisheng stayed. He quickly went up the mountain and explained the situation to Wang Yao.
He did not betray his teacher. He was a rational person. He brought his teacher here with good intentions, but his teacher had bad thoughts. He knew Wang Yao's ability and the connections he had accumulated. If he was like this now, he would only be stronger in the future.
It was better to provoke an old man than to bully a poor young man.
Most of them understood this logic.
Wang Yao's face became dignified after hearing it.
He Qisheng's teacher's identity was a little special. He could say something in front of those influential people in the capital. Sometimes, a word from him could cause big trouble.
Wang Yao hesitated for a moment and then picked up the phone.
"You owe me a promise!"
It was a woman on the other side of the phone, a woman in her prime. "It's not me. It's the Guo family. Not one, but two."
Guo Sirou would never go back on what she had promised. This was the awareness and confidence of a rich family.
"Someone has set his eyes on this mountain and wants the thing on the mountain." Wang Yao explained the whole thing in a few simple words.
On the other end of the phone, Guo Sirou's face turned pale. She knew who the old man Wang Yao mentioned was. In fact, the Guo family and the old man were friends. He had done some things for the Guo family.
"I'll deal with it right away." Guo Sirou replied.
Then, she first called her father and then went to see her grandfather.
The old man's health was getting worse, but his mind was still clear.
"Huang Qifa?"
"Yes."
"He's an old man with one foot in the grave. What else does he want?"
Guo Sirou had the same doubts.
The old man said a few words to the middle-aged man beside him. He immediately went to deal with it. This matter was more or less settled.
"Communicate with that young man more."
"Yes, Grandpa."
The next day, a visitor came to the old man's courtyard. It was an old man who needed someone to help him walk. It was the old man who had just gone up Nanshan Hill yesterday.
"Sir."
"Qifa, did you go out yesterday?"
"Yes, I went out for a while."
"You're already so old. Don't rush around," the old man said.
"I saw a mountain and saw a person," Huang Qifa said.
"If I lived on that mountain, I could live two more years." His voice was hoarse.
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